Christmas is coming…

Heap on more wood!--the wind is chill;
But let it whistle as it will,
We'll keep our Christmas merry still.
--Sir Walter Scott, Marmion, VI

Little Jack Horner sat in his corner
Eating a Christmas pie.
He put in his thumb, and pulled out a plumb,
And said, "What a good boy am I!"
--Little Jack Horner

And for something different…

Success. Four flights Thursday morning. All against twenty-one mile wind. Started from level with engine power alone. Average speed through air thirty-one miles. Longest fifty-nine seconds. Inform press. Home Christmas.

Telegram to the Reverend Milton Wright, from Kitty Hawk, N.C. [December 17, 1903]